Primordial Era: My comprehension is heaven-defying, I create the ability to transform into anything!

Chapter 144 The Disappearance of Rahu!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In the original primordial world, only Houtu of the Twelve Ancestral Witches went to Zixiao Palace!

Of course, in some versions, Xuanming also went.

In any case, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the others all disregarded Hongjun's ascension to sainthood and his sermons at Zixiao Palace.

Even if Houtu went once, she never went a second or third time.

To put it bluntly, Hongjun's immortal techniques are of little use to the Wu Clan!

However, this time, under Jiang Sheng's guidance, all twelve Ancestral Witches were to go to Zixiao Palace!

Of course, whether they went to listen to sermons or did something else is another story!

"In that case, let's make preparations!"

Looking at the twelve Ancestral Witches with their varying expressions, Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "There are still three thousand years until the lecture at Zixiao Palace. In these three thousand years, I hope that you can all become Great Luo Immortals!"

The physical body of a Great Luo is also a Great Luo!

Moreover, this Great Luo of the Ancestral Witch is not an ordinary physical Great Luo.

An ordinary physical body of a Great Luo is a genuine pseudo-Great Luo.

But who dares to call the Ancestral Witch a fake Great Luo?

Even though the Ancestral Witches only cultivated their physical bodies, their power to break through all laws still made countless beings in the primordial world tremble with fear.

And now.

With Hongjun's ascension to sainthood, the suppression of the Great Luo realm was finally lifted!

Perhaps, the current Ronaldo is far less glorious than the Ronaldo of the past.

But those most affected were only the cultivators of the Xuandao sect.

For those like the Wu Clan who only cultivate their physical bodies, it doesn't have much of an impact.

"In less than three thousand years!"

At this moment, the twelve Ancestral Witches had red light in their eyes and sinister smiles on their lips.

Their physical bodies had long since reached their peak, and with the divine immortal and demonic bodies bestowed by Jiang Sheng, they had undergone a complete transformation.

When Hongjun became a saint, they felt that they could break through to a higher level.

But before he could break through, Jiang Sheng arrived.

Now that Jiang Sheng has brought up the topic again, their arrogance has resurfaced.

"No matter what, we will meet again at Zixiao Palace three thousand years from now!" Jiang Sheng smiled, and then said nothing more. With a thought, he took a step and disappeared from the spot.

Jiang Sheng was naturally at ease with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Let alone three thousand years.

Even three hundred years is a long time for them.

Now that the suppression is gone, the cultivators of the Primordial Era are like wild dogs that have been let loose, and their cultivation levels are rising rapidly.

Especially those top-tier ones.

No sooner had Hongjun become a saint than these guys became Great Luo Immortals.

In this era, what can cause one to reach a certain level is definitely not a bottleneck, but something that is created by human effort!

Jiang Sheng left the ancestral land of the Wu tribe and headed west once more.

Soon, he stood at the crossroads of East and West.

Ahead lay an endless expanse of Gobi Desert and barren land.

The vegetation is sparse, the terrain is barren and the spiritual energy is scarce, making people want to stop and go!

Then look at the eastern border behind us.

It was lush and verdant, filled with spiritual energy, surrounded by spiritual roots, and the vegetation was vibrant and lush.

It's as if there's an invisible barrier between East and West, making them seem like two completely different worlds.

This is the West.

A truly bitterly cold place.

Even dogs don't want to come here.

It's a place where even birds don't poop.

If the East is the epitome of splendor, then the West is the epitome of wickedness.

They are completely two extremes.

Rahu's move truly devastated the West, and even after so many years, it has yet to recover!

It was completely different from the Western lands that Jiang Sheng had seen before.

No wonder Zhunti and Jieyin wanted to head east.

Given the barren and desolate landscape, the fact that Zhunti and Jieyin were able to be born is a testament to the good fortune of the Western lands.

As Jiang Sheng walked through this western land, sensing the thin spiritual energy around him, which was mixed with countless malevolent and resentful auras, he shook his head inwardly...

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he had been too presumptuous before!

Restoring the earth's veins in the West and helping it recover would indeed be a great deed.

But the West is just too big.

Trying to organize all the spiritual veins and earth veins, each requiring tens of thousands of yuan of effort, is simply wishful thinking!

This is a path to sainthood.

But it was also a tough road.

Even the great Luo could only sort them out one by one.

The spiritual energy in this western land is pitifully thin, and the process of organizing the western spiritual veins consumes one's own magical power...

Although the Great Luo no longer has very high requirements for magical power.

For Da Luo, magical power is not necessary.

But sometimes, you can't do without magic.

It's like sorting out the spiritual veins and ley lines of the West...

Unless you possess a Dao that grants you spiritual veins or ley lines, you'll have to painstakingly manage it yourself.

Once the magic power is exhausted, return to the East to recover.

We'll get back to organizing it once things are back to normal!

Repeat this process repeatedly, through immense effort, to attain enlightenment and sainthood!

Jiang Sheng shook his head inwardly.

He certainly wouldn't bother to sort out any Western spiritual veins.

He came to the West with a purpose!

He traveled along the way, shrinking the earth and shifting space.

With a sudden thought, I stopped abruptly and looked ahead; it was clear we had arrived at our destination.

Ahead, there was a mountain range.

That was rare; the spiritual energy was still quite abundant, and there were specks of spiritual light flickering on the mountain, with green plants taking root there.

In the East, these small mountain ranges are commonplace and nothing particularly novel about them.

However, in the West, this small mountain range is already considered a top-tier blessed land.

And this place is Mount Sumeru, which Jiang Sheng visited once before!

Mount Sumeru was once the sacred site of Rahu!

Later, Zhunti and Jieyin found this place and moved Mount Ling to Mount Sumeru, which then became Zhunti and Jieyin's sacred site and the main base of the Western Sect.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Jiang Sheng came to Mount Sumeru, of course, to find Rahu!

This is probably the only place he can think of where he can find Rahu.

As for whether or not Rahu can be found, that remains to be seen...

With a sudden thought, he took a step forward and found himself standing on Mount Sumeru.

The spiritual energy is not as abundant as it used to be.

The scene of thousands of auspicious rays and boundless rosy clouds is no longer visible.

All that remains is endless desolation.

This place looks just like an ordinary mountain range.

Not to mention Rahu, there wasn't even a shadow of a demon.

What exactly happened?

Jiang Sheng frowned, a thought flashed through his mind, and with a wave of his hand, a phantom appeared in front of him.

That phantom was Rahu's phantom.

It was an illusion he created with his magic...

For Da Luo, even an illusion represents one of his own essence.

And now, on this Mount Sumeru, Jiang Sheng felt that he should be able to contact Rahu...

"Fellow Daoist?" he called softly.

However, the illusion before them remained an illusion, devoid of any spirituality.

Undeterred, Jiang Sheng carved the characters for Rahu again and infused them with demonic energy, continuing to summon him.

But there was still no feedback.

Rahu seemed to have vanished completely from this primordial world.

Jiang Sheng frowned, a thought flashed through his mind, and with a wave of his hand, the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus appeared in his palm.

The black lotus of destruction spun around, radiating an aura of annihilation.

This twelve-petaled Black Lotus of Annihilation was once a treasure of Rahu.

Although he had been greatly purified by the Twelfth-Grade Pure White Lotus, Jiang Sheng believed that the connection between the World-Destroying Black Lotus and Rahu was definitely not so easy to sever...

Sure enough, the moment he unleashed the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, a wave suddenly emanated from it!

Jiang Sheng was overjoyed!

(End of this chapter)